It came to me while I was typing the very short OP. It’s an old Velvet Underground song. Or maybe Lou Reed.
We got roibbed at technical thingies this weekend. Someone drove up and took the friggin’ AC unit that was attached to the side of the building. Big freaking 18CER unit. And out security cameras need to be updated along those shown us by Mindfield I think. Because what we have has the resolution of a Commodore 64 display, around three pixels per inch. This is relevant, so I’m putting it in.
So when Sunday morning the bosses are reviewing the security tape in front of the police, someone says, “Hey, that looks like Sean’s truck.” It wasn’t, of course, but the police wanted to know who this Sean guy was, and insisted on getting my address even though the bosses told them there was no way I would have stolen from them. So I had a police visit Sunday. In fact, one of my bosses called to apologize because they inadvertantly sicced the police on me. So that was an interesting hour Sunday morning.
My GF’s father also went home from the hospital, while her stepmother (who is only a ytear or two older than her) was at the police station for ingoring a court date for her DUID. The woman is on more medications than a dozen professional wrestlers, and was driving erradically. Then her meds screwed her up again when she was supposed to go to court, so she forgot about going. So they issued a bench warrant, and finally got around to picking her up. This weekend, Saturday.
We also had some rain induced flooding through the door I just replaced in the garage. On Sunday. Found after the police left. I swear it was water-tight two weeks ago.
Yeah, it was a busy weekend. I’m surprised I didn’t have one drink to compensate.
Yesterday, iCandy at the front desk tried to pass a phone call to me from someone speaking French. He was trying to buy something. On my best day, the most French I know will get me up to four beers. There is no way I can even begin a technical discussion in a language I can’t understand, and I made it very plain to iCandy that I spoke absolutely no French. So I never talked to this guy. But the next time iCandy paged me, a couple of minutes later, I answered with “Oui?” She didn’t get it. Roundboy, however, fell out of his chair laughing. I heard him bounce.